My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 808 Changes
Three days later, an unnamed floating island appeared.

A dense, demonic aura, like white clouds, drifted slowly.

From a distance, it looks like an island floating on clouds.

At one corner, Chen Mu's body shimmered with spiritual light, hovering in mid-air.

The Plague Immortal's magical power surrounded them, firmly blocking the demonic poisons that were invisible to the naked eye.

Beside him floated a tall, oval black hole, its edges billowing with black smoke, and its center seemingly draped with a semi-transparent curtain, revealing a deep, dark interior—the very gateway to Thousand Lanterns City.

Clumps of demonic energy, whose poison had been removed by the Plague Immortal Magic, were constantly drifting into Thousand Lantern City.

Having found the traces of the Qi Refiner, Chen Mu did not immediately pursue him.

On the one hand, they were afraid of being used as cannon fodder again, and on the other hand, they wanted to take the opportunity to stockpile a batch of demonic energy.

After mastering the Yellow Springs Gourd, Chen Mu needed a large amount of magical power every day to refine pure yang energy to nourish his Dao foundation.

The Mystic Heaven belongs to the Outer Heavens, with a different environment, lacking both earthly spiritual energy and celestial energy. Fortunately, the Jade Cicada's Dao Foundation is unique, enabling it to absorb and refine the demonic energy of the Mystic Heaven to restore its magical power.

Previously on Mingling Island, he relied on accumulating demonic energy within Thousand Lantern City for cultivation. However, after staying on the island for over a year, his accumulated demonic energy was almost exhausted. Now that he had encountered a floating island surrounded by demonic energy, he naturally wanted to stockpile a batch.

As time passed and the sun began to set, a thick layer of clouds, half a meter high, had already covered the city of Thousand Lanterns.

"Let's leave it at that for now. We can continue collecting more when we encounter other floating islands." Chen Mu glanced at the thick demonic aura surrounding the floating islands and reluctantly stopped collecting.

He planned to set off to catch up with the group of Taoist soldiers who had breached the floating island in front of him.

It wasn't that Chen Mu didn't want more demonic energy, but rather that he feared the Thousand Machine Sect's Dao soldiers might have gone too far and become difficult to track down.

Furthermore, he dared not linger around the floating island for too long.

Less than three months have passed since the demonization crisis in Mingling Island's dream world, and we are still shaken by it.

Who knows if the floating island in front of us also has similar eerie traps?

……

The keelboat set off again, and the unnamed floating island gradually disappeared into the distance.

After Chen Mu calculated the direction using the Nine Cups Calculation Sutra, he made the dragon bone boat sail automatically.

He then resumed his previous routine.

In the morning, he refined his Qi to nourish his Dao foundation and Yin Spirit embryo; in the afternoon, he continued to study the Plague Immortal Technique.

The demonic aura also contains demonic poison, although it is thin in most areas, not as thick as near the floating island. However, absorbing a small amount is more than enough to gain experience for the Plague Immortal Technique.

When he has some free time, he will sometimes ponder the Seven Emotions Mantra and practice his skills.

Time passed by day by day.

Chen Mu made some progress in both Qi cultivation and his techniques, but he still couldn't catch up with the group of Qi cultivators from the Thousand Machines Sect.

Fortunately, they encountered many flying islands of varying sizes along the way, and could see traces of the Thousand Machine Sect's Dao soldiers' actions, indicating that they were on the right track.

Chen Mu himself wasn't in a hurry; he didn't want to be cannon fodder for others.

He has no need for Taoist cultivation; what he needs most is a stable environment that allows him to nurture his Taoist foundation and transform it into his primordial spirit.

If it weren't for the unknown dangers of the Mystic Heaven, and the fact that returning to the Hundred Intent Heaven would require relying on the Heavenly Gate of the Qi Refining Camp for teleportation, Chen Mu even felt that simply drifting on the Mystic Heaven's vast sea wouldn't be a bad idea.

……

Six months later, late at night.

The full moon hung high in the sky, the sky was cloudless, and the bright white moonlight shone down, creating a halo on the dark sea.

An unnamed island, floating hundreds of meters above the sea.

Countless enormous roots hang down from the bottom of the island, plunging into the seawater below.

Not far away on the sea, a keelboat tens of meters long floated quietly, like a submarine emerging from the water.

A reclining chair sits atop the eel-shaped head of the dragon-bone boat. Chen Mu lies inside, remotely absorbing the cloud-like demonic energy surrounding the flying island.

For more than half a year, whenever he encountered a floating island and confirmed that there was no danger, he would stay there for three to five days to accumulate demonic energy.

Now, a small portion of the Thousand Lanterns City is filled with demonic energy.

As night deepened, the full moon moved to its zenith in the sky. Chen Mu, who had been busy all day, got up, stretched, and prepared to return to the dragonbone boat to rest.

With his current level of cultivation, he could go for months without sleep. However, since he began cultivating, Chen Mu has maintained a normal daily routine like an ordinary person unless absolutely necessary.

"While vigorous and diligent practice can indeed improve one's strength quickly, a balance between work and rest is the way to long-term success."

Putting away the rocking chair, Chen Mu raised his hand to beckon the five paper ghost figures that were playing and diving on the edge of the dragon-bone boat to return. Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly stopped.

"Something feels off," Chen Mu frowned slightly.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore, the darkness stretching into the distance, evokes a feeling of being adrift in the vastness of the world.

But Chen Mu had been sailing at sea for more than half a year and had long since become accustomed to this environment, and even somewhat enjoyed the solitude.

"Where exactly is the problem?"

Just as he was wondering, he caught a glimpse of the full moon's reflection in the sea out of the corner of his eye, and was immediately stunned: "The full moon is in the sky, but... where is the Emperor's Dew?"

The Emperor's Dew is a unique phenomenon in the Mysterious Heaven, which occurs every full moon.

It can cause the bloodline of monsters to change, which is one of the reasons why monsters are everywhere in the Mysterious Heaven.

The imperial dew, which is usually delivered on time, has failed to arrive today.

"Is it because of a Qi Refiner?" Chen Mu had a guess in his mind.

This time, in their attack on the Mystic Heaven, aside from those stationed at the Outer Heaven Star, almost all the Qi Refiners of the Hundred Intentions Heaven came out.

The three Dao Ancestors of Chunyang, Luofu, and Tianhe personally took action.

Now that the Emperor's Dew has failed to appear, it is almost certain that something was done by the Qi Refiners.

"Is it that the Qi Refiners are about to complete their occupation of the Mystic Heaven, and this battle is coming to an end?"

"That's great news!" Chen Mu exclaimed with delight.

The mysterious heavens are ultimately beyond the heavens, and dangers lurk everywhere.

During the past six months of sailing, the Divine Power of Listening has repeatedly detected enormous life rhythms. Several of the Vermilion Feather Magic Swords used for scouting have been broken in the process.

If it weren't for the Nine Cups Divination Sutra, which helped him to be on guard and avoid misfortune in advance, who knows what unexpected events might have occurred.

"We need to find the Qi Refiner as soon as possible and find out what happened."

……

In a mysterious place, thick smoke billowed from a huge floating island that covered an area of ​​nearly a hundred miles.

Every now and then, flames shot into the sky, and flocks of birds and monsters fled in panic.

In the center of the island is a small hill more than ten meters high, with a small waterfall more than one meter wide hanging on it.

The gentle patter of water droplets fell into the pool at the foot of the mountain, splashing up fine, silvery beads.

Lan Xiuzhu stood quietly by the pool with a gentle smile on his face, watching the water droplets splash and shatter.

A moment later, a young man dressed in white with white hair, wearing black armor and a long sword at his waist, silently appeared behind Lan Xiuzhu.

"Elder Dong has found the location of the spiritual eye and is working on imprinting the spiritual seal upon it."

"Within two days at most, we will be able to gain initial control over the spiritual eye in this place."

Lan Xiuzhu nodded slightly.

"Chang Sheng, are you really willing to give it up to Dong Lai? This is the last spiritual eye that our Thousand Machines Sect can occupy."

"This concerns the list of deities; once this opportunity is missed, it may be gone forever."

"The Thousand Machines Sect has occupied thirty-three spiritual eyes, but the sect leader hasn't gone to refine them either," Yin Changsheng said with a smile.

"To be honest, I am indeed a little reluctant to part with it."

"The Investiture of the Gods is, after all, a shortcut to heaven. Once you ascend it, you can skip the hurdle of opening up your own grotto-heaven and directly begin comprehending the Dao Fruit."

"However... I still trust the sect leader more."

"Heh." Lan Xiuzhu chuckled softly: "Sometimes, the longest and furthest road is actually the real shortcut."

"The Emperor's Dew has disappeared, and the three Dao Ancestors have completed their erosion of the source of the Mysterious Heaven."

"Get ready, we're about to return to Baiyitian."

"Aren't there still some bewildering demons from the Mysterious Heavens that haven't been eliminated?" Yin Changsheng raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Would the three higher-ups let us cannon fodder return so easily?"

“Of course they wouldn’t be that kind,” Lan Xiuzhu said calmly. “It’s just that there’s an easier way to handle it.”

He looked up at the increasingly bright stars in the sky: "The three Dao Ancestors have completed the root erosion, and the Misty Heaven is about to become a part of the Hundred Intentions Heaven."

“Using the power of heaven and earth to specifically banish the mysterious demons is not a difficult task.”